A Little More Candie Please

My return to TJ is basically uneventful, as again I start to tense up, staring at the clock. Chafing at delays long before my flight hits California airspace. I convince myself while on the plane that I'm in such a desperate need of some comfort that I'll spring for a taxi to the border just to cut some time off of my journey. But my inherent cheapness prevails though I've talked myself into a $30 cab fare, the $50 quoted is just too much to swallow and I head over to the Airport flyer bus stop. It all works out well, the bus comes almost immediately and after being dropped off at the American Plaza the trolley arrives shortly thereafter. Now it's just a matter of counting off the stops as the trolley slowly wends it way southwards to San Ysidero. Which of course it finally does, although at times I thought I was caught in some kind of monger purgatory, and would end my days ever seeking that last stop. Once off the trolley I gamble and take a ready to leave Mexicoach bus. This pays off, not that the couple of bucks savings is that important, but that It save me from having to lug my bag up and over the pedestrian bridge. Plus it drops me off no more than a block and a half from the hotel.

An anticipated quick check-in is again an exercise in frustration, yes they have lost my reservations again (although not the 2nd bag I had left with them the week before, thank god). But eventually I'm safely ensconced in room 115 for the weekend. Now it's time to hunt.

A quick stop at the Unicornio to see if ben is under any of the tables nets me nothing, but I do get to see his "not favorita" and suggest that a meet later might be fun. I think we agree that a late night meeting might be doable and head down to the zona in hopes of finding something nice for an early evening pick-me-up.

God, there's something about that first walk down to the zona that's a high in and of itself. A whole 3 days stretches before you, you have money in your pocket, all things are possible and some things you can't even imagine are likely. And so it would be.

Upon entrance to Adelita's the first person my dilated pupil's focus on is Candie. A smile of recognition greets me, and my mind slips into a now familiar groove. Candie has become a comfortable and comforting friend of sorts, and as much as I would like to explore and experience new chicas, I realize that I could do far worse than to kick off my weekend with an hour with Candie. I smile, and tell her I'll be right back, and make a move towards the men's room just so I can assure myself that Lirica is still and truly gone. Even though I have been assured of this from many sources, I still need to confirm and re-confirm that by some stroke of zona karma, she didn't decide to return and has just reassumed her now empty position in the bar and my psyche. But again, no Lirica, and although Ruby was manning a spot close to where Lirica's would have been, Ruby had slipped from a hot unknown quantity in my mind to a warm, pleasant possible project, a project that I had little time to invest in and little inclination with Candi available. So like some iron filings in the presence of a magnet, I make my way back to Candi and attach myself to her side. Candie, no fool, knows that I was checking the room, and giving me a much appreciated ego boost by knowing who I am looking for. She smiles, squeezes my arm and says "Lirica is still gone". The fact that I have returned to her only after looking for another does not seem to phase her in the least and this I think to myself is one of the reasons why I like her so much, yet could never do more than just like her. She is the ultimate professional, and I'll never be anything other than a well-liked customer. A perfect arrangement, I think to myself, and now it's time to do what well liked providers and well liked customers do. I nod, then as if the thought had just occurred to me, smile and say "I would really like to spend some time with you today, Candie, would you would like to go upstairs with me" Candie giggles, and we make our way out of the bar and up to the hotel. Candie now acquainted with my modus operendi, asks as we ascend the steps, "Room for the night?' and smiles softly, giving me another little arm squeeze as I answer in the affirmative.

Once in the room we fall into the now familiar patterns established over our past encounters. This would be our forth session, and the third in two weeks, and thirty seconds into our "hello" deep kiss, I promise myself it won't be our last. I watch Candie as we undress and again, as always, I'm amazed at just nice she as kept herself, Candi's body and skin tone would be highly prized by much younger girls, half her age. I eagerly wait with great anticipation my opportunity to give her a massage, and allow myself the sensual pleasure of running my hands over her delicious body.

After some increasingly heated frenching Candie takes my hands and leads me to the bed. We lie side by side, I just enjoying the moment, our faces inches apart, a soft smile on Candie's face as she stares into my eyes as I gently stoke her side and back. This segues into the start of a massage, as I position Candie onto her tummy and position myself on one knee, over her back, her rump between my legs. A slow massage follows, one that pleasures both of us, I unknotting several muscles in her neck and calves, and she satisfying my desire to feast myself to satiation with sensual contact with her lush body.

One of the really nice things with Candie at this point in our relationship is that she seems to be in tune with me as far as how I would like the session to proceed, she being very intuitive, and there's no awkwardness, no working at cross purposes. I can only imagine what it would be like to have a true "Favorita", one whom you really get to know, and knows you. But for now, at this moment, I'm content with a really fine simulation of the real thing.

We proceed, step by pleasurable step down that now familiar path, not that I'm the least bit bored, knowing how and where to get a desired response, what provides pleasure, what will illicit a sigh or slight gasp is it's own reward. Candie, play acting or genuine, and probably a mix of the two that I'll never be able to quantify, provides me with all the fantasy wish fulfillment I could hope for.

As we lay there in post colitis bliss for what seems like hours, (and in actual fact is over an hour), me slowly rubbing her back, both of us half asleep. At one point I remind her of the time, but she shakes her head no, and returns to her previous position, offering her back for further slow circular petting. Time stretches and seems to loose it's meaning, even the beat of the music from downstairs fades into a low background murmur.

Jarringly, and unexpectedly, there's a knock on the door. "What the fuck?", I think to myself, "some telachero is going to get a new asshole ripped into him" as I prepare to get up, the moment shattered. But before I can make a move to the door Candie is up and answers it. "Ah", I think to myself, Candie will take care of him, but much to my horror, she opens the door and in pops another chica.

It's Valerie, a friend of Candies' and apparently had been running an errand for her. Both start talking animatedly, with Valerie whipping out a small package to show Candie. Both are finally distracted from their conversation by some increasingly loud and disconcerted "Acks" and "Bleeks" coming from the far corner of the room. That would be me, trying very hard to keep up and comprehend how a very relaxing and enjoyable time had turned into something out of "The Twilight Zone" meets "Benny Hill". At least and at last I'm able to get the point across that I'm sorry to interrupt and all, and that I know it's rude of me, and I really do apologize but I say I would be oh so appreciative if they would CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR. This is just too surreal, one naked chica talking to a fully dressed chica, neither taking notice of the state of the other, and neither noticing my fat naked ass on the bed. I can't even get to my shorts without walking across the room, shouldering (naked shoulder) between them and exposing said naked ass to one and all walking down the hall. They finally do close the door, Candie introduces me to Valerie, and as way of apology they try to include me in on their conversation, as I scramble into my shorts. Apparently Valerie's mission was to find an appropriate gift (a gold cross) for Candie's son, whose confirmation was upcoming. My opinion is asked by both, so I find myself standing in my jockey shorts in front of one naked chica and one fully dressed chica, discussing the relative merits of gold crosses. (Wait, haven't I had nightmares about this?) Another zona moment I suppose. Exchange completed, the conversation eventually peters out, Valerie making a slow exit, leaving Candie and I alone again. But the mood is gone, the moment past, Candie and I shower, and after some goodbye kissing part, promising to meet again.

Once I hit the street I decide it's best to head back to the hotel, check in and plan my evening activities before a return to the action.

When I return I decide to troll in my favorite location of Adelitas, behind the upper bar, between the men's bano and the ladies dressing room. I have had several good encounters in this area and again I find someone to my taste there, this time a nice mid-twenties chica named Marguy.I make my introductions, and I'm getting some pretty good vibes when The_senator pops over. Man, I really want to talk to The_senator, but the more I talk to him the more antsy Marguy becomes, finally making a move to leave us and wander around for greener pastures. The_senator an I quickly wrap up our conversation, promising to continue it later, and leaves, freeing me to continue my in-depth interview of Marguy. But I cut it short, the possibility of Marguy wandering off has jelled my desire and I'm ready to rock.

Marguy turns out to be something of a disappointment, not allowing any daty, and not much in the way of deep kissing. Affectionate to a degree, and a nice lush body with heavy but firm breasts, I do have some fun kissing and playing around her lower abdomen, once or twice nearly breaking down her reserve. But eventually I tire of playing these games, and after giving her a massage, I flip her over and give her a vigorous workout in missionary and doggie. Finally letting her finish the deed in cowgirl, while I enjoy the sight of her heavy breasts bounce up and down. After showering and while dressing Marguy, perhaps sensing my disappointment says that next time she would consider daty, and maybe even deep kissing, slipping me the tip of her tongue in a brief kiss. I smile and nod, knowing full well that Marguy will not have a second session, too many chicas, too little time syndrome making itself felt. We part, Marguy thinking of the possibility of a 2nd payday, me already having thoughts on a new encounter.

But first it's time for dinner, and I manage to meet up with the_senator. We spend a very enjoyable (and informative) hour or so at Al Capones eating, swapping stories and watching the constant parade of eye candy. The_senator proves to be "the man" when it comes to techniques on living this life style, he has more tips and hints on how to establish deep cover than a CIA manual. I would suggest reading his thread on "How Not To Get Busted" if you have any reason to be concerned in this area. It certainly was great getting to know him a bit better, and I just wish I would have thought of some of those ideas 20 years ago. Plus his restaurant tips aren't bad either.

After eating we walk over to Adelitas, and The_Senator does me another big favor by introducing me to a couple of real vets, Aardvark and Ronin. Both are decent guys within minutes I feel I have known them for years, rapport being quickly and easily established something for which in at least Aardvarks case I'm extremely grateful. Mr. Aardvark being an excellent example of the wisdom of my rule: "be nice to handles of people you've never met, because some day you may just meet them", I think to myself as I cran my neck upward to say hello and shake his hand, desperately hoping to get my hand back in roughly the same shape and size I had presented it in. I do have to say it gave me great pleasure to met the guys I did, and was struck by friendly and accepting they were of a relative newbie nobody like myself. It would have been so much easier and less distracting for each and everyone of them to brush me off and get on with their own business, but to a man they were happy to share advice and experiences, and I thank you all for it.

We finally break up, the rest of the guys heading out to find their favoritas, I decide that I'm going to head up Rev to troll the Unicornio and maybe the Mexico Lindo.

The nice thing about the Unicornio is that it can't get any darker inside at night than it is during broad daylight. The bad thing is that deep down, you know they keep it dark for a reason. But I am starting to like this place and I'm starting to feel at home at the bar, if not in one of the booths, being emotionally scarred from the sight of ben's activities in one last weekend at the Unicornio's sister bar, the Isis. But my object of poaching one of ben's "not favoritas" is foiled, the subject being absent from the bar yet again. I watch the floor show for awhile, then decide to head over to my other favorite non-zona bar, (and one at the opposite end of the mongering spectrum), the Mexico Lindo.

This is my first return visit since my encounters the weekend before with Estella, and to be honest, part of the reason I'm returning now is because I know she'll be there. I'm going to take an embarrassing amount of juvenile pleasure in leaving with someone else. Knowing the size of the Lindo, and the number of girls working, my presence will not go unnoticed.

I guess correct, my presence is noted as soon as I enter. One of the girls wanders over to a back room and less than a minute later Estella emerges and makes a beeline to my side, setting up shop at the stool next to mine, and marking me as hers as effectively as any explorer planting a flag on some unclaimed territory. What happens next is something that I'm less than proud of now, but at the time I took pleasure in. Estella puts her arm in my arm, smiles lays her head on my shoulder briefly and starts a conversation, asking me how my conference was and saying how happy she is to see me again. I answer her as coldly and as briefly as I can, still very unhappy with her from last weekend. She soon senses something is wrong, my lack of responses cannot be explained by our lack of communication skills only. When she asks for a drink, I turn her down immediately, and flatly, a hurt look crosses her face, and she slowly nods, and says "It's ok, Memo". I turn away from her, feigning interest in the TV. She sits by me for several minutes, too proud to leave so abruptly, but she knows she's been dismissed. After a few minutes, she gathers her things, leans over to my ear and whispers "Goodbye Memo" and with great dignity walks to the back room, past all her co-workers, who watch with great interest.

As I look back on this episode, I'm very sorry I took this approach. My hurt and anger at Estella, no matter how justified in my eyes, could have been handled far better, and with more class than that. Estella in fact showed far more class than I did, and I needlessly exposed her to some amount of embarrassment in a pique of childish behavior. I owe her an apology, and that is something I hope to rectify on my next trip.

After Estella makes her exit I've declared myself open game and it's not long before one of the girls breaks from the pack and moves in. This time it's one of the girls that I had noted on one of my prior visits, one of the few girls who buck the dress code at the Lindo (conservative cocktail type attire) for something much more familiar to someone who is used to Adelitas. She introduces herself as Sharon, and I buy her a drink, somewhat out of further spite of Estella. Sharon couldn't be a starker contrast to Estella, she's younger, thinner, far less reserved and sophisticated. Very open and up front, her personality bears more than a passing resemblance to Tanya of AB fame in that she's there to sell and is happy to let you know it, and knows that what she is selling is pretty good stuff too. For Sharon does have the goods, very attractive, nice c-cups on a thin lithe body (another item that sets her apart form most for her co-workers), long black hair, and great looking long legs. We quickly start negotiations, and although there are others in the bar that look good, I'm intrigued by Sharon, her looks remind me of Candie with the personality of Tanya. So it's out the door and a quick walk back to the VdeZ for us. (Which turns into some of a feat, since it has started to rain enough to make the sidewalks slippery, and Sharon has on a pair of spike heels.

Once in the door of my room, Sharon peremptorily demands payment upfront. Unlike many, I have little problem with this, and do not normally put much stock in whether this is an early warning indicator of a upcoming poor session. So I readily hand over the money, which Sharon discretely counts and stows away. A curious thing now happens, Sharon's demeanor, which up to this point had been pretty typically pro, now softens and she explains that it's not anything personal in asking for the money upfront, it's just that she's been burned in the past, and in going to a guys' hotel room there is always a risk of her getting ripped off. I assure her that I understood her position, and as demonstrated, I have no problems with it. This short exchange seems to leave it's mark on our time together, for although still is a pro, the feeling of good will engendered by her explanation and my acceptance of it never leaves entirely, and our session benefits accordingly.

The first thing that Sharon does for me which is a little unusual for most of my sessions but much enjoyed is that she does a slow striptease for me, allowing ample time for me to admire her gorgeous figure. Sharon is a hard body, and is rightly proud of it. Nice large breasts on a thin frame, her ass is nice and tight, as is her tummy. And those legs, those legs just go on forever. She retires to the bed and I quickly undress and join her there too.

Sharon is very open to deep kissing and I take full advantage of it. When I offer a massage she is a little skeptical at first, even after I explain I want to give her one, and do not expect one in return. I'm sure she's thinking of the time factor, but she acquiesces, and after a few minutes loosens up and starts to actually enjoy it, and tells me so. (Score another one for ol'magic hands.)

After the massage, she flips over and again as I like we start off with a heavy kissing session that works it's way south (with a nice long side trip to introduce my tongue to those delicious chichis). Daty is definitely on the menu for this girl, our foreplay has revved her motor a bit and she readily spreads those long legs to allow full access. She rocks her hips back and forth, better to make contact with my tongue on her clitoris, while raising herself on her elbows to bet a better view. Not shy at all over this activity, every few minutes she uses one hand to guide and press the back of my head to various points, sucking in her breath and uttering a "Si, si, si", when I hit a particularly sensitive spot. As she nears a climax, her legs, which had remained spread as wide as possible, are now drawn up, her knees in the air. She never closes her legs around my head, but instead continuously raises and lowers her knees side to side, increasing the tempo until the orgasm overtakes her. The disturbing thing in all this is that Sharon is quite vocal, and as she nears her climax she becomes increasingly so, at one point sounding like I was skinning a cat. It crosses my mind that the security guards could be knocking on the door at any moment, but I guess it's not the first time such noises have been heard from a room at the VdeZ, after all, it used to be Drewwho's favorite playrooms. (See, I worked you into my trip report in spite of the fact that you never made it down.)

Sharon follows the daty with some excellent oral skills of her own, and I stroke the inside of her thighs (which are quite wet, thank you) I take extreme pleasure watching that very attractive head bob up and down on my member. While not quite up to Candi or Tanya standards, (or even Angela, another master), it is quite nice and watching those chichis, so large on that small frame, provides it's own pleasure.

I want to switch to missionary, but Sharon has her own agenda and rides me cowgirl, again providing an excellent view of those breasts. After cowgirl, I offer to lube her with some Virgil, we take a short break as I massage a few drops in under her clitoris. Like most women trying it for the first time, Sharon is a little disconcerted at the sensation initially, but quickly discovers that it does increase her sensitivity and really gets into it. Now more than ready for some missionary, she spreads those legs amazingly wide, she must be double jointed. I slip into her easily, she is very well lubricated, and laughingly notes this by saying she doesn't need any extra lubricant tonight. I enjoy the moment for a few seconds, fully in her, legs spread wide, and we neck, not pumping, just squeezing my dick inside her occasionally. Finally I start a slow easy stroke, she moans, and puts her cheek next to mine, her mouth by my ear, and I can feel and hear her breath, and gauge her excitement by her short, ragged breathing pattern. I slowly increase the tempo, breaking cadence several times as I approach my own orgasm. Finally, nearing the final, unstoppable conclusion, I switch her to doggie, pausing to admire yet again her well shaped ass, her crack glistening slightly from moisture. But only a short pause, and I enter her, and within a minute, orgasm.

We lay together afterwards, and like Estella, Sharon goes to the bathroom and returns with a towel and some toilet paper and cleans me up. A nice touch is that after the cleanup, Sharon returns, naked, and hops into bed, allowing a nice cuddling session with no indication of a rush to leave.

But leave she does eventually, dressing quietly, and writing down her cell phone number, name, and days of the week she works. Quick kiss, and says next time maybe she would pay me for the massage, laughs then leaves. As I shower, I realize that Sharon had never asked for a tip or cabfare. I go to bed feeling rather smug.

"Monger purgatory", being that God damned trolly ride. Well stated, indeed.

Damn, Bill, reading your story is better than watching TV!! I love it. Great work! The pace of your writing and attention to detail is masterful - just like being there. Terrific!

MrBill

Sharon... Hmm. was she there a couple years ago? She sounds familiar. Dogster count may be up to 4, but I dunno for sure. I'm sure that y'all care much about the Dogster Count. And to think ya don't have to pay extra $ for this info!